The man in the seat next to her was still listening to the conversation between the two people in front of her. He was obviously two steps slower when he stood up to search her.
Song Qingyu suppressed the panic in her heart and untied the rope around her wrist. After making sure that the two people in front of her weren't paying attention to the rearview mirror, she grabbed the man's throat and took the wooden barn from his hand.
In the next second, a wooden sound came from the front passenger seat.
Song Qingyu fired without hesitation.
Then, she played with the kidnapper's wooden cabin and aimed the gun at the dishonest driver.
"Take me to the other car. You can contact each other, right?"
His slow tone was full of threat.
